#painted cabinets with stained island

[katanra]

Transitional Kitchen - Kitchen

An undermount sink, gray cabinets, solid surface countertops, stainless steel appliances, an island, shaker cabinets, a brick backsplash, and a brown backsplash are all featured in this large transitional l-shaped enclosed kitchen photo.

[believeitwillcometrueforever]

Industrial Kitchen Large industrial l-shaped brick floor and brown floor enclosed kitchen design idea with an island, shaker cabinets, wood countertops, an undermount sink, stainless steel appliances, and a brick backsplash.

[kanskesims]

Sacramento Kitchen Dining

Example of a sizable, traditional, medium-tone wood floor, a brown floor, and a shiplap ceiling eat-in kitchen design with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartzite countertops, a marble backsplash, a multicolored backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, and gray countertops.

[foodandboozeme]

Enclosed Seattle Enclosed kitchen - traditional galley enclosed kitchen idea with an undermount sink, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, beige backsplash, subway tile backsplash and stainless steel appliances

[svarte-troner]

Kitchen - Dining

Example of a huge medium tone wood floor eat-in kitchen design with a farmhouse sink, beaded inset cabinets, stone tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances, an island, beige cabinets and beige backsplash

[chrystali]

Philadelphia Kitchen Dining An illustration of a medium-sized transitional design with blue walls, a brown floor, and wallpaper in the kitchen and dining area.

[thedurangoriot]

Philadelphia Kitchen Dining Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional medium tone wood floor, brown floor and wallpaper kitchen/dining room combo remodel with blue walls

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is how to restore a Victorian. 1888 beauty in St. Joseph, MO. 4bds, 4ba, 5,062 sq ft, $765k.

Front doors open to a small foyer that completely surrounded by wood and amazing floor tile.

Gorgeous glass, millwork and ceiling. Can you imagine if some fool came in and painted this white?

The entrance is a stunner- stairs are so beautiful, as well as the fireplace, floor, windows, and light fixture. This would've been the place for callers to wait. I believe it would be called the reception room, rather than a keeping room.

Very large sitting room is on the other side of the entrance hall.

This home is so well-preserved and restored, it's like a jewel.

Across the hall there's a magnificent dining room. Look at the inlaid in the floor.

Incredible fireplace.

Beautiful fame parlor. I would dance thru this home, it's so beautiful.

Directly off the game parlor there's a roomy vintage 1/2 bath. This is like stepping in time.

They did their very best w/the kitchen. Victorian kitchens are tricky to configure sometimes. But, all of the original wood is here and they put the stove, sink, etc., in that alcove. The black does imitate an old cast iron stove.

Out here, the cabinet looks original, and they put a farm sink in the island.

Going upstairs, there's a beautiful stained glass window on the landing, and look at that wood ceiling. When you reach the top, there's another landing, plus gorgeous arched doorways and wainscoting.

I must say that this large, primary is one classy bedroom. It is stunning.

And, it even has doors to a private terrace.

This bath. Now, this is how you redo a Victorian bath. The shower has similar new tile that is close to what it may have looked like originally, the fixtures are reproduction, and the door is non-invasive looking clear glass. This is classy- it's an en-suite, which you don't see much in older homes.

The closet is as beautiful as any modern closet could ever be.

Linen closet in the hall.

Wow, look at this room- it has an absinthé holder.

Very smart looking bedroom with dark wood.

Another vintage shower room.

Stairs to the staff quarters. Fridge & microwave in the corner. Good idea, b/c it's probably a hike down to the kitchen if you're hungry at night.

The bedrooms are plainer up here.

There's another lovely bath. I wonder if the tiny sauna conveys. Shoot, I don't even know if I could get in there. It looks like it's for a child.

This home is huge. Look at all the a/c units.

Nice brick garage.

1.57 acre lot provides lots of privacy around the house.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/631-Hall-St-Saint-Joseph-MO-64501/110497130_zpid/

[xfandom-fairyx]

marching band au

bakugo fic

here goes nothing..

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My car slowed as I turned the corner onto the road that held the dorm house I would be staying in for the next 4 years of my life. The sun was already going down, not quite setting, but the sky was already turning pinkish orange, rays of golden light peeking through the trees that were scattered amongst the houses I passed by. I took a deep breath, trying not to gape at the building at the end of the cul de sac, as I pulled up the cement driveway— where no other cars were parked. I sighed thankfully. Being the first person here meant I got first dibs on the bedrooms, the thought alone sending a wave of excitement through me. The house was gorgeous, and freaking huge. (How many roommates was I supposed to have, again?..)

Double checking I had the correct address from the email in my phone, I pulled my keys from the ignition, fumbling to find the key to the front door. The heat outside was suffocating compared to the cool AC from my car, making me want to quicken my pace a bit to get inside. Deciding to grab the rest of my luggage after a quick look around and picking my room, I grabbed my backpack and purse before heading up the stairs to the front door. The entrance was framed by a beautiful wrap around porch, a few chairs, benches, and a porch swing adorning the wooden planks on each side of the door. Gently swinging the painted blue door open, I took my first steps inside my new (temporary) home, my chest tight with emotion.

The foyer was a bright space, a few meters wide, but felt cozy. Along the wall to the left was a deep blue, cubby-like bench with coat hooks, cabinets and a shoe rack, while the right wall had an oak table with a beautiful crystal decorative bowl, a fake potted plant and a circular mirror. Placed on the table beside the bowl was a slip of paper that had a list of utilities with passwords, app suggestions, and numbers for the local emergency services since we lived off campus. I quickly snapped a picture of and saved it to my favorites album, a subtle reminder to download the security app for the house, and a separate app for the security cameras. I moved to the left again and placed my keys on the cubby hook on the far right, kicking my slides off to set them on the shelf below my keys, my fingers gently grazing the navy stained wood. I was in no real rush as I stepped to the end of the foyer, taking it all in.

“Holy shit.. wow..” was all I could muster in my awe. The house smelled like oak wood and vanilla— the sweet woody combination fit just right in my head and sent me reeling to see the rest of the place I would call home. The bottom floor had a completely open floor plan where I could see everything from almost every angle across the house. To my right, a deep sectional sofa fit for 10 sat in a semi U shape, a chaise piece attached to run parallel with the longest side of the sofa, the whole thing facing a wall with a 75” flat screen, and a decent sized electric fireplace below it. Sat in the corner about 10 feet away from the sofa was a sleek, black grand piano, surrounded by a corner bookshelf that was full of sheet music, vinyl records, CD’s and memorabilia. My eyes flickered to the other side of the space to a grand kitchen, granite countertops, a huge island with a second barn sink, beautifully crafted cabinets, stainless steel appliances (which were huge, by the way! An 8 range stove?? A fridge big enough to hold food for a football team?! Christ!), and a walk-in pantry to top it off? I was in absolute heaven, daydreaming of the cooking and baking I would have so much fun doing in this kitchen.

I made my way to the left, because behind the formal dining table that sat 6 feet from the giant island in the kitchen, was a wide staircase leading upstairs to a loft area, where I assumed the bedrooms were also. There were a few more doors that I would get to later, assuming one was another bathroom or bedroom, and at least one of them led to the garage.

The loft area sat mostly above the kitchen, dining room and above the piano, leaving a full view of the living room area, and the ability to see at least half of the kitchen and dining room from the side opposite the stairs, and the hardwood floors throughout the entirety of the main and second floors. The loft itself had a study area with a few desks lined against the wall; all 4 of them fit at least two chairs, a work lamp on each surface, and a table in the corner that had a computer with a printer, which I quickly assumed was going to be strictly for homework.

As I made my way down the hallway to our bedrooms, I opened each door to peek inside and see which room I would like most. There were 2 spare bathrooms and 8 bedrooms total on this floor, with the two at the very end of the hallway having their doors 45° angled into the hallway. I opened the bedroom to the right first, and immediately fell in love with the wide space, huge windows, walk-in closet, and a third door that I could only guess was my own bathroom. Giddiness flooded my system as I opened the door and saw I was right. I set my bag on the queen sized bed in the space I couldn’t wait to decorate, and decided I should go get the rest of my stuff and start unpacking. It was dusk now, which meant I didn’t have much more time to get my stuff before night fell over the house, so I slipped downstairs and back into my sandals, flicking the porch light on.

The first load I needed to bring upstairs was my bedding, and if I had enough hands, I could grab my laundry bag. I still didn’t have a clue where the laundry room was, but I figured I would figure that out later. Getting back upstairs and to the end of the hallway had my lungs and legs burning, and I groaned out loud at the several other trips down and back up those stairs I would have to make tonight.

“Ugghhh, fuck!” I groaned, pulling my shirt away from my body rapidly, trying to fan myself. By the 5th trip to my car, I was sticky from sweat, out of breath, red in the face and regretting life, but it was my last load to carry before I could stay inside and relish the cool air of the central cooling system. My last suitcase of clothes and a medium sized box that had my favorite dog’s ashes amongst other sentimental items were in my arms as a big black truck came down the road and to a stop in the driveway next to my Camry. I looked away, trying to juggle the box and suitcase around so I could shut the door of my car, the box slipping from my grasp. Just as I was about to drop that super important box, a second pair of hands reached out to help.

“Woah! Careful! Do you need some help?” A voice asked. My panicked eyes met kind vermillion, that gentle tenor voice belonging to a boy with long red hair that was tied back, a touch of black at his roots. His smile was just as sweet as it lit up his face.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, “some help would be great!” He grinned wider, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.

“Lead the way, pretty lady,” he charmed. As if my cheeks weren’t red enough from the exertion, more heat crept up my neck and bloomed in my face. I huffed out a giggle, making my way around the car, leading the redhead up the steps and through the house to my room. I opened the door for him to come in and set the box on my bed, and he let out a low whistle.

“Nice space, can’t wait to see what you do with it,” he commented, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Oi, Shitty Hair, you gonna get your shit out of my car or what? Stop flirting, you just met her,” a voice came from behind him. I peeked around the redhead’s shoulders to catch a glimpse at what looked like Adonis himself. A tall, sculpted blonde with gorgeous ruby eyes was scowling in our direction, his gaze narrowing as he saw me.

Shaking the scrutiny from his gaze off my shoulders, I turned my attention back to the redhead in front of me, trying not to let my gaze wander to his bare arms that were shown off from his cut off t-shirt.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Thank you for helping me with my stuff,” I grinned, holding my hand out for a handshake. He grinned back widely, but instead of shaking my hand, he held his arms out and pulled me into a hug, shocking me at first, but I absolutely hugged back. He felt so warm and his chest was cushioned, (not to mention he smelled amazing! Like marine moss, citrus and driftwood..)

“Name’s Eijiro, but you can call me Kiri, if you want,” he said over my shoulder, giving me a gentle squeeze before letting go, turning to head back downstairs. As I stepped into the hallway to follow him, two more boys came sauntering into view, one with sunny blonde hair and a black streak in it, the other with raven black hair. They were laughing and giggling at the top of the stairs, trying to trip each other to get to their rooms first, but stopped in their tracks as soon as they saw me. Eijiro chuckled and went around them to get back downstairs. The blonde one dropped all his bags, holding up hand to point a finger at me before shouting,

“GIRL! THERE’S A GIRL IN THE HOUSE!” Like I was some kind of 1600’s witch. The raven-haired boy cracked up, and I could hear Eijiro cackling from downstairs. The ash blonde was coming out of his room from behind me, coming to a halt a few inches from where I stood. I could feel his body heat radiating off of him, the smell of warm honey and sea salt floating to my nostrils.

“Yeah, Sparkplug, she’s a fucking girl. Stop ogling and get back to getting your shit out of my truck.” He said gruffly, grumbling out, “fucking idiot” as he passed us all on his way back downstairs.

Snapping out of my trance, I looked between the new boys in front of me, offering a small smile.

“Anyone up for some pizza and we can do introductions when it gets here?” I suggested, making them grin widely.

I got a, “for sure, man,” from the ravenette, and a, “heelll yeah, brother,” from the new blonde to cement my decision, and I grabbed my phone to open up the Domino’s app.

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A/N: first part might be a bit awkward, I haven’t written in a while. (Help me out with tags?) Next part is in the works, hopefully as I get back into it, I’ll be more comfortable and it’ll get better. I can come back and edit later if I feel like it’s missing something. Hope you enjoy 🤍

[tmntfixationxreader]

♡Making cookies! Mikey x Reader♡

Reader isn’t the best baker, so Mikey shows them how to bake :)

Word count: 1546

Warnings: Pure fluff, confessions, cheesey, Leo speaking Spanish, short reader.

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“I don’t know about that, Mikey, I’m not a very good baker…” You insisted, but Mikey already had his heart set on it...

“That’s ok! I can teach you!” He grinned, taking one of your hands into his as he led you to the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but notice how warm his hand was, and the small flecks of dried paint that were splattered on a few of his fingers. He also had a small paint splat on his left cheek; a neon orange color.

“Ok…” You said doubtfully, walking to the kitchen with him. He was almost skipping with excitement.

Once you two were in the kitchen, you began to relax. Mikey was an amazing cook, surely he would be able to teach you what you didn’t already know. You weren’t completely lost in the kitchen, you had learned a little, but not enough to be confident you wouldn’t fill your best friend's kitchen up with smoke.

Mikey reached up to the lower cabinets and pulled out a cookbook, and tossed it to you.

“The chocolate chip cookie recipe should have a pink sticky note out the top!” Mikey said excitedly.

He had made them enough to know what ingredients he would need, and he began to get them out.

You can definitely tell what page it was on without the sticky note; the page was also dusted with flour and stained with melted chocolate from being used so much.

Once you had the recipe, you and Mikey began to bake.

“Ok… 1 1/8?” You say.

“Yep!” Mikey said happily, standing next to you and setting down his armload of measuring cups, and most of the ingredients onto the kitchen island.

He turned around again, getting the rest of the stuff…

“Y/n, are you taller than me yet?” He asked.

You turned around, seeing him look upwards into the cabinets. He was still taller than you were.

“I don’t think so… Do we need something from up there?” You ask, standing next to him.

“Yeah… The baking soda is up there. Raph was helping me clean up the kitchen, and I guess he put it up there,” He said, pondering how to go about it. You knew what to do. This wasn’t your first time being short after all.

You climbed up onto the counter in one swift motion, balancing on the empty counter, hoping your socks wouldn’t slip.

“Uh- Y/n!” He said, and held up his arms to spot you. Looking up, he accidentally got a view of right up your shorts.

You didn’t even notice, but he definitely did. His eyes immediately shot down to your feet in front of him, and he blushed.

“Hmm…” You hummed. “This it?” You held out the baking soda for him to see.

“Uh- yeah, that’s it…” His face was still a little red.

You dropped the baking soda down to him, and he fumbled for a second before catching it.

He helped you get down, your hand on his, only making him blush more.

Why was he feeling like this?? This definitely wasn’t the first round of butterflies you've sent to his stomach, but it was getting more and more frequent. You- his best friend- giving him butterflies.

Mikey was stuck in his own thoughts for a moment, before you spoke again.

“You said 1 and 1/8 cups of flour?” Mikey said, reaching for the flour container.

“Yep!” You say, reaching for the flour container as well.

Both of you grabbed the flour container, staying there for only a second before both of you pulled your hands back.

“S-sorry…” Mikey said, blushing.

You chuckled. “It’s ok.”

Mikey continued to scoop out the flour, while you added the salt and baking soda.

Then you began to whisk the butter, as Mikey added the sugar. Then as you continued to stir, he added the eggs and vanilla.

Even though you were strong, it still was killing your arm after all that mixing, so Mikey took over.

You didn’t mind, it gave you a chance to look at his muscles… Wait- this was your best friend- why were you thinking of him like that-

“I think it’s ready!” He said excitedly.

You smiled at him and he smiled at you. It lasted a little longer than it should have…

Mikey caught himself and cleared his throat with a small cough.

“*Ahem*... I’ll grab the cookie sheets and get these in the oven!” He said, and skipped over to grab the pans.

Once you two had the cookies in the oven and the kitchen cleaned back up, it was time for the worse part of baking.

The waiting.

You and Mikey sat across from each other at the island, waiting for the oven timer to ding.

It was quiet, and as you two munched on a small amount of cookie dough (-even though Donnie and Raph had told you two that would make you sick-) you didn’t know what exactly to talk about.

The air felt… Tense? Relaxed?... Warm…?

You didn’t know exactly how to describe it. You also didn’t know why it was like that, until Mikey spoke.

“Uh… Y/n… Can… Can I tell you something…?”

You looked up at him and nodded, finishing your nibble of cookie dough. You immediately noticed his face. It was pink- No, it was crimson. You could feel yourself start blushing too.

“I-I wanted to… I was just.. Umm…” Mikey said, and you waited for him to continue. He paused for a second, thinking of what to say. You could tell by his face that he couldn’t think of the right words

“Ugh! I’m usually so good with emotions and words- but I can’t find the right things to say…” Mikey stammers.

You smile a little. “It’s ok Mikey… Take your time. What do you want to tell me?”

Mikey started stuttering again. “I-I just… I-I think I li-”

Ding!

The oven timer went off. Mikey quickly got up and took the cookie sheet out of the oven, setting them on the counter. He seemed slightly upset about something.

“Mikey? You ok?” You asked, getting up and walking over to him as he set the cookies down.

He shook his head and sighed. He thought for a moment, his face moving with his thoughts subconsciously.

“Ugh… Y/n…” He took both of your hands into his. “I-I don’t know why I can’t just use my words… Words have never been so… Complicated…? It’s always been so easy to say what I mean- to say how I feel…”

You listen to him, squeezing his hands gently with yours.

“...But… I can’t… They aren’t…”

You didn’t like seeing him struggle like this.

“Mikey, why is it hard to say? What is it you're having trouble saying?” You ask gently.

“I-It’s about you… And me…” Mikey said, matching your quiet tone. This might have been the quietest you’ve ever heard him talk. “And I'm worried how you’ll react…”

You shake your head. “You can say anything. You don’t have to be scared of talking to me,” You reassured him. “Just let it out…”

Mikey shook his head and struggled for only a moment more. “You and I… You’ve been my best friend for a long time… A-and over the past few months, everything you’ve done makes me… I…”

He paused and shut his eyes. “Y/n- I-I have a crush on you.”

You freeze, cheeks burning like lava.

He opened his eyes a little to see your awestruck face.

“I-I’m sorry- I-I just-” He stammered.

“Mikey…”

He stopped and looked at you with sympathy.

“Mikey… I… I like you too…” you smile, face crimson and you look down. “A-and it probably sounds so cheesy… But I do…”

Mikey is awestruck, his eyes are wide, and his cheeks are bright red.

Soon his shock wears off a little and he smiles. “O-oh…” He smiles giddily and looks down at his feet. “I wasn’t expecting that…”

You chuckled. “Why not? You’re amazing Mikey! You’re so creative and funny… You make me happy.”

Mikey looked up at you with a smile. You smiled at each other.

It was like you two had been waiting for this for a long time…

“Heyo Mikey! Something smells great in here!” Leo slides into the room, and you and Mikey immediately separate.

With your hands in awkward positions, and your faces scarlet, Leo caught on pretty quickly.

He looks between you two for a moment before a smirk settles on his face.

“Uhh- Cookies are done Leo…” Mikey said awkwardly.

Leo raised an eyebrow at Mikey.

“¿Finalmente les dijiste, hermano?” Leo smirked, speaking in Spanish.

Mikey blushed. “Leo…” He groaned.

“¡Así que lo hiciste! ¿Ya te has besado? ¡Apuesto a que no puedes esperar por eso! ¿Tengo razón hermano?” Leo said in Spanish, laughing.

Mikey’s eyes widen and he blushes scarlet. He chases after Leo. “Leo!! Get out!!”

You blush, getting the gist of what Leo was saying just from Mikey’s reaction, and laugh as Mikey chases his brother around the layer, Leo continuing to tease him in Spanish.

Taking one of the cookies off the tray, take a bite of the warm chocolatey goodness.

These cookies were sweet, but it seems you’ve just discovered something sweeter…♡

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Leo translation Google translate-

Did you finally tell them, brother? So you did! Have you already kissed? Bet you can’t wait for that! Am I right brother?

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Also, if you want to make these cookies, here is my trusted chocolate chip cookie recipe. It's from a really old cookbook, hence the 1/8 cup. May be old, but it is still my favorite recipe :)

1 ⅛ flour (155g)--- ½ tsp salt--- ½ baking soda--- 1 stick of butter (115g)--- ½ cup of brown sugar (104g)--- ½ cup of granulated sugar (100g)--- 1 egg--- ¾ tsp vanilla--- 1 cup chocolate chips (6 ounces)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees F, and grease some cookie sheets. In a large bowl, mix the flour, salt, and baking soda, then set aside. In a separate bowl, cream the butter, then gradually add the two sugars, beating together until light and smooth. Beat in the egg and the vanilla. Add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, blending well. Stir in the chocolate chips. Drop my teaspoonfuls onto the cookie sheet, leaving them a few inches apart. Bake for 8-10 minutes until lightly browned. Keep in mind that the cookies will firm up slightly as they cool, so taking them out when they are only a little firm will make them softer :)

Lemme know if any of you actually make these lol

Please send me requests! I am always fighting writers block so requests go a long way.

Master post

Bye bye my butterflies!!

[sims4t2bb]

update: part 2

Continuing the update with the rest of EPs and Game Packs!

— Expansion Packs

Cottage Living

Cottagecore default replacement conversion by @morepopcorn has been added.

Wisteria Specimen - Horizontal A, A++, B, C, and Vertical, and debug Dark-Eyed Daisy, English Oak, Fern, Fern Group, Field Maple, Foxglove, Holly, Lavender Bush, Scots Pine, Wayfairing Tree, Wild Rose Bush, Ivy Walls, and Wisteria Walls conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Eighth Wonder Curtains conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.

High School Years

Chiffon Shades, Crafted Covering, Dazzling Designer Drapery, Even More Ruffles and Wings, Lovely Layered Curtains, Ruffles and Wings, Sheer Beauty, Studious Shades, Tall Lovely Layered Curtains, and Woven Wonder Drapes conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Growing Together

Debug Eucalyptus Tree, Sidewalk Tree, and Topiary Bird conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Cousin Vik's Gifted Curtain and Pompous Poms Curtain (Left, Right) conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Horse Ranch

Venue Wall Speaker: Ranch default replacement conversion by @morepopcorn has been added.

Debug Dead Mexican Ebony Tree, Dead Oak Tree, and Grapevine conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Range Rustic Cabinet, Range Rustic Counter, and Range Rustic Island conversions by @megamassikalove have been added.

For Rent

Debug Jasmine Shrub conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Debug Industrial Cluster Mailbox and Rural Cluster Mailbox conversions by @landgraabbed have been added.

The 'How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk' Taller Wall Curtain, The 'Save Us From The Ruin' Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain, The 'So You Know The Truth' Taller Cinched Wall Curtain, and The 'We Are Going To Jail' Tallest Wall Curtain conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Lovestruck

Colored Folding Chair, Gothic Ring Leather Seat, Artisanal Harmony Living Chair, Shell-Fish Style Seater, Gothic Leather Sectional Couch, Symphony of Marshmallows Seat, Gothic Tassel Leather Seat, Symphony of Elegance Ottoman, Artisanal Harmony Wooden Table, Gloss Finish Nightstand, and more conversions by Ladysimplayer8 have been added.

Debug Axolotl conversion by @jacky93sims has been added.

Life and Death

The filterable page is now available!

A link to the filterable page in the pinned post has been added.

— Game Packs

Spa Day

See It, See Them - Glass Tiered Shelf conversion by @jacky93sims has been added.

Vampires

Iron Victorian Fence, Triple Wrought Heavy Duty Gate, Dry Rose Bush, Painted Fern, and debug Vampire Shrub conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Parenthood

Brohill Single Bed with Storage, Metal Framed Single Bed, Let the Sun Shine Window Sheers and Stain Resistant Window Valance conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Jungle Adventure

Venue Wall Speaker: Latin and Venue Wall Speaker: Latin Pop default replacement conversions by @morepopcorn have been added.

Brazilwood, Ficus, Ivy Palm, Tree Fern, Bromeliad Plant, Canna Plant, Swiss Cheese Plant, Grass Clump, and Maidenhair Fern conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Strangerville

Debug Cactus Group, Desert Bush, Joshua Tree, Long Flowered Cactus, Round Cactus Shrub, Round Flowered Cactus, and Tall Flowered Cactus conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Realm of Magic

Otherworldly Curtains, Sprightly Curtains, and Titania's Curtains conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Dream Home Decorator

Friendly Little Curtains, Slightly Friendlier Little Curtains, and Super Friendly Little Curtains conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

My Wedding Stories

Debug Twisted Tree conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Effortless Cinched Curtain, Effortless Straight Curtain, Slightly Longer - Still Effortless Cinched Curtain, and Slightly Longer - Still Effortless Straight Curtain conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Werewolves

Debug Black Spruce, Devil's Club, and Larch conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Left Tarp and Right Tarp conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

[pinkartwitch]

“In the midst of the kitchen stood a tall woman Frigga vaguely recognized with sepia skin and black hair shorter than most men’s. She wore an old, stained apron over simple worker’s clothes and her trousers were tucked into steel-toed boots with the stretched-out raggedy laces tied around each ankle. Apparently she’d been gathering up ingredients and baking tools from different cabinets when the heiress surprised her. She stood between the industrial stovetop and a substantial island, and she’d brought out one of two stools from its place at the counter’s opposite side. Frigga wanted to shrink back but she’d already been spotted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” she apologized, her hand rising to fiddle with the thin golden chain necklace she wore. “No no! Come on in, Miss. You alrigh’?” The woman looked at Frigga, a soft concern in her eyes, and put her things on the island.” Blood and Thorns - Chapter 1

If you were a witch, what kind of magic would you specialize in?

This is a picture I’ve tried to draw before but never posted because I didn’t like how it turned out. I’m still not 100% with it, but I like this one much better so it’s going to get called done! I’m rapidly closing in on my goal of having 1 painting for every chapter of my book, and I’ll be making a big deal of it when I do so stay tuned for that 💖 It’s a long-term project very dear to my heart, and the more lesbians and witches I get to draw the better! Drawing scenes in a dark academia setting is so much fun, and I love adding bits of ambient magic wherever I can.

Little aside, I’ve been kind of all over the place for the last few weeks so I’m hoping to get back to my regular posting schedule with today. I had a lot of fun at the art gallery (see prev. post), and I’ve also had a lot going on personally so thank you everyone for your support oxoxo

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The Witch's Wand P3

I woke in a strange place, I don't know what I was expecting behind the door but it certainly wasn't this. 

My body lay on a dark wooden floor, my dress hung about me, I sat up and looked around the room. I saw behind me the purple door I had stepped through, the wand on the floor in front of me, the room that surrounded me was dark but strangely soothing, the walls panelled with dark brown wood, and on either side of me sat two large doors with two bullseye glass windows in each door, two smaller doors at the end of the room, in front of me was a wooden staircase with a green carpet running down it like a river small silver rods and dust corners on the stairs, hung above was a silver metal candle style chandelier with small flickering candles. 

"Where am I? Hello! Is someone here? What is this place?" I asked but no answer, 

I slowly picked up the wand and got to my feet, I brushed off my dress and tried the door it clicked open and I expected to see the Port Victory Street but I didn't, beyond the door was a garden full of sweet green grass and various flowers with a small stone path leading into the thick woods, with a small river babbling along with fish and flowers, the rain battering the world outside the sweet sound of the drops hitting the stone and grass. 

"Whe- Where did Port Victory go?" 

I shut the door again and tried to see if I could find something inside the house, I headed to the left door and found a small lounge with two large arched windows that looked out into the windows, half wooden walls with white and black striped wallpaper, a few candle sconces, a sweet rounded fireplace lit crackling and fluttering, a mantle with a bunch of snow globes, a few leather sofa's on a round fluffy rug, A painting above the fireplace of a mountain lake the water moving and shifting the little boat floating on the water as if the painting was alive, but no one was here.

I moved close to the fire warming myself up a little and I looked at the snow gloves they all were filled with glittering snow with strange things. Many of them with a layer of dust over the top, I looked through some more seeing a little house by a river, a strange school building, a farmhouse, a basement apartment, a grand gothic manor, a Las Vegas hotel, a fantasy castle, a strange alien world, a place with blu water, a cottage, a small English village, a boat on the water an American mining town and many more. I found one that looked familiar to me I picked it up and saw a large house with a garden and pond and two people sat talking on a bench it was the newest and the least dusty, It looked like a house from Port Victory.

I noticed on the floor was a shattered show globe, the water inside long dried up, inside the model of an island I had never seen before. 

I quickly left the room and went across to the right door, where a gothic cottage kitchen with wooden cabinets painted pale green, large windows looking out to the river with stained glass at their top, a chandelier with more candles and small crystals hung from it, the kitchen littered with small things, copper pans, little vintage style kitchen machines, herbs and jars of ingredients one cabinet behind a stained glass pantry door was filled with jars, bottles and such like you'd imagine an apothecary to have all labelled with words I couldn't read and a wooden table in the centre, on the table a small plate of victoria sponge cupcakes, a cutting board with some half ate tiger bread and a plate of toffee cookies. And I saw a sign above one window.

'Witches Kitchen' 

I left and passed the stairs to open the door to the right of the stairs, as I did I heard this gentle music and perked up to think someone was there but I walked into a beautiful room much like the others with wood and trinkets lining it, but this was a library with books littering the shelves a fireplace not yet lit with a large mirror above it, at one end there must have been over five thousand books all cared for and well-loved, a ladder that ran across a silver railing to access the higher books, a piano sat in the middle of the room under the candlelight playing a tune to itself the keys being pressed but no one playing it, I briefly sat on the small stool watching it play itself seeing the music open but being written as it plaid, on the piano, sat a few frames with faces I somehow felt I knew the least dusty a small photo of a child no older than two. I got up from the piano and moved to the desk close to the fire with various items scattered across it.

The items all were there for bookbinding, leather, string, pages, an ink pen and in the centre a book in the process of being made open to a page.

'He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead shutting his eyes and letting his lips linger against my skin, but he pulled back not even baring to make eye contact as his hand slipped from mine, the rush of cold air against my skin without him there, and as he turned and walked away I felt like he had taken his scalpel and cut open my chest, taking my heart with him when he went. I wanted to run after him but I was paralysed, My tears flooded like a burst dam, my cries mad and hysterical, my breathing harsh and jagged as I desperately took in the air between my violent sobs, my legs went weak and my knees failed to let me fall to the dusty dirt. my violent cries echoed through the empty streets as I muttered or tried to call out.

"No... No... No... Jack... Jack... Please... Please Jack, please... No please just come back... Just come back, please... Please... Come back, Jack..."

I tried to call his name, I begged him, I pleaded with him, I screamed out in utter desperation as my heart broke into a thousand pieces...'

"What? But- but that's- I said that." I spoke up, "Who. Who wrote this!" 

I ran out confused and checked the last room for any sign of people but no luck this was a small room with some seats, rugs and blankets, a cup of apple juice by the table, a conservatory looking out to the garden, littered with flowers, plants and herbs all being battered by the rain, the rain landing on the glass roof making this calming sweet sound, but I left as there was no one here. 

In my confusion, I began to walk up the stairs still looking for any sign of people. 

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The woman hummed softly, turning away from me and shuffling her way over to the kitchen countertop. She moved slowly, with the careful steps of something two steps away from teetering over; the slow walk of a woman who knew fragility down to her bones, who knew the dangers of falling. I remained standing in the hallway, confused, unsure of what to do. Part of me was still hesitant to believe her, to trust in someone who looked so... off. I had been expecting something more than this, something more godly, something with essence. When I had begun my quest to find the Goddess of love, I had expected - more. A sunlit clearing spotted with flowers; a temple filled with velvet-lined beds and coy nymphs; a tower in which some grand secret had been hidden away.

What I hadn't been expecting was a quiet cottage, walls streaked with aging paint and a screen door that hung slightly off of its frame. I hadn't thought to imagine a sitting room with furniture twenty years out of date; hadn't dreamed of a kitchen with chipped mugs hanging from wood pegs above the sink, and a kettle set onto the stove. "Are you coming in or not?" the old woman asked, waving a hand negligently as she spoke, her back to me. Cabinets opened as she rummaged through them, weathered hands gripping at boxes. "Chamomile and lemon, right?"

I startled, hand clutching at the flowered wallpaper. "Ah - yes. That'd be nice, thank you," I replied, tucking my jacket under my arm and sitting in one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen island. The question bit at my tongue as I watched her hum, making her way around the kitchen, prepping a mug of tea without even asking if I had wanted one.

She finished shortly, the water having already been heated before I even knocked. I tapped my fingers nervously on the counter, eyeing the polished wood, counting the cuts and stains on the surface of it. A piece of glossy paper was propped up against a large scented candle, and I was curious enough to tilt it towards me. A young couple stared back, smiling as they held a small puppy towards the camera.

"That'd be the grandkids," the old woman said fondly, porcelin clicking as she set a mug in front of me. I looked up to see her smiling fondly, joy creasing a layer of laugh lines around her eyes. She took a sip from her own mug, mindful of a smooth chip in the lip of it. "Caitlin moved out four years ago; my daughter still has no clue what to do with an empty nest. I keep tellin' her to focus on reconnecting with her husband, rekindle that old flame. It's hard, when kids aren't holding you together; some people don't make it after that. They find out that their love for the kids was the only thing that made them love each other. No shame in it, I say. Love happens where it does." I nodded slowly, watching as she walked around the countertop and settled across from me. She wore a simple pink cardigan over a white blouse, and a thick pleated sweater underneath. A pair of worn, fuzzy slippers adorned her feet, dangling as she settled in the chair. I took a sip from my tea, then paused, staring down at it. "This -" "Just the way you like it, I know. It's that blend from that one cafe you went to in college - Sunshine Bakery, or something?" she said, tilting her head at me, white hair falling over one shoulder. "Jessica never forgot your order, you know." Despite my drink of tea, my throat was suddenly parched, the mug in my hands suddenly held in a white-knuckled grip. "How do you know that?" "That girl loved you," she said simply. "She still remembers how you like it. Two squeezes of lemon and the tiniest bit of honey. I'd've made you the blueberry scone, but I'm out of baking powder. Gotta run by the store soon and pick some up." My cup rattled as I set it down on the counter. "Jess - didn't love me. I asked her out - why -" "One thing I never get over," the woman cut me off, sighing softly, "is how people always forget what love really is. Jessica loved you - as a friend does. She loved the time spent with you, chatting as you grinded your way through two years of school. Loved the quiet mornings before tests, loved the way you asked after her boyfriend or dog or remembered her birthday, or how you tipped more when it was a busy day and she looked stressed. Friends love each other, you know. You can love a person in a million small ways; I've been watching love ever since people started falling in it, and I'll never stop finding new ways for people to love one another." The goddess took a sip of her tea, eyes grinning over the rim of her chipped mug, and I quietly took a sip of my own. "If you're looking for my daughter," she began a few moments later, "she's in Greece right now. The Goddess, that is; I'm sure Danielle wouldn't mind a visit. Might help with the empty nest, and all." I blinked, furrowing my brows. "I didn't realize the Gods still lived over there." The woman laughed merrily, laugh-lines curving up, voice weathered. "No, she's on a vacation. Summer break and all; she's out on a trip with some friends. Probably has a paramour of some sort with her, I can never tell. I keep telling her to settle down, but she never listens," she said softly, smile fading. A look of quiet contemplation stole over her face, and she sighed softly. "Probably still can't." Her kitchen fell silent for a long moment, the noise eaten away by her distant stare. I felt the need to break it, and forced myself to speak up, dislodging her from the melancholy funk. "She's... passion, you said?"

"Oh, yes. Passion, lust, romance; summer flings and whirlwind relationships. Hallmark movies and paperback novels. That sort of dream everyone wants to live, where they find their soulmate and wander off into the sunset," she replied fondly, shaking her head. "Poor thing." I rolled the mug in my hands, feeling the heat between my fingers. "I don't see the problem in that." "Life doesn't end at sunset," she replied simply. She stood up from her chair after a moment, motioning with her hand for me to follow, and I stepped behind her as she settled into the sitting room, slowly lowering herself into an old gray recliner. I sat on a couch across from her, awkwardly cradling my half-full mug of tea. "Coasters on the end table, hun, I know your mother raised you to use them." I grimaced at that, grabbing one of the corkboard discs and placing it under my mug. "So you - can see people who love each other, then?" "Yes, and she still does. Love you, that is." "I - really don't need to hear this." The goddess had the audacity to shrug at me, groaning as she kicked her feet up onto an ottoman. "Doesn't make it hurt less, I know. Hard to stop loving someone when they hurt you. Harder still to know that they hurt you because they thought it was the right thing to do. Lot of that, these days; lotta parents assuming they know best. You were right to cut ties. She wasn't going to change. Love may win battles, but it's never won a war." My next breath was sharper than I had been expecting. I soothed it with another cup of tea, shaking my head once and turning away from her, eyeing the room around us. An older TV set surrounded by pictures; a painting of a meadow on the wall, with a vivid sunset behind it. An old hand-carved sled hung by the doorway, painted in faded red paint. She spoke up as I eyed the odd decoration, her voice fond. "John made that. He was a woodworker by hobby; loved his projects. Danielle broke her arm on that damn thing, if you can believe that - she was... eleven, maybe twelve? Decided to go out after an ice storm, rolled off when she realized the sled wouldn't stop. Shoulda heard her hollering, poor thing. John wanted to burn the damn thing, but she wouldn't let him. Loved it too much to bear getting rid of it. He hung it up instead, to remind her to listen to us when we told her what not to do. Didn't work much."

Her words were fond, but her eyes were soft with a quiet grief. I didn't bother to ask after John. The house was empty enough to speak the story on its own. Instead, I took a fortifying breath, trying to focus on why I had come here. "You said your daughter was the Goddess of romance - is that not love?" "A type of one," she answered, humming and leaning over to grab her own tea, sipping softly at it. "A quick, fleeting, dangerous type. Romance is beautiful, but it's trouble. You probably know it; that flutter in your gut when everything seems perfect, when you just can't believe they like you back. That pulse in your ears when they lay a hand on yours, the sly grins and shy smiles." "That - sounds a lot like love to me." She hummed again, smiling knowingly at me. "Romance is love, didn't I just say? It's the start of something. Its a chance, a moment, a break in time. Romance is wonderful and passionate and impossible, finding someone who resonates with you, who gets you and understands you. It's the start of love. It's also, for most people, the end of it. Just like you and Erica." I dropped my mug mid-way through raising it to my lips, startled. The worn cup hit the carpet and rolled, liquid spilling over the floor. I cursed, patting at the bottom of my pants, but before I could stand the woman waved a hand and it all vanished. Just - gone, in an instant. I looked up to spy her staring at me with an impish grin, sly understanding surrounded by a halo of silver hair, blue eyes twinkling. "We weren't - cheap. We had something. Something real," I snapped, my anger surprising me. My hands gripped at my knees, the fabric of my jeans rough under suddenly-rigid hands. My heart ached with the weight of how wrong she was; my jaw clenched under the sudden, resurging pain. "We had two years together - I loved her. I still love her. You should know that." "Mmh. Romance; fragile, quick and powerful. And now it's over." Her voice was infinitely crueler in its soft kindness; her pitying smile sharper than any barbed insult. "It happens, hun." "Did it need to?" I found myself whispering, words clogging up my throat, worming their way around the heart that had suddenly gotten lodged in my airway.

The Goddess hummed, setting down an empty mug and turning to eye one of the photos on the TV stand. She paused for a moment, then started speaking again, her gaze distant.

"I met John when I was thirty-two. Freshly divorced, with a six year old daughter in tow, broke beyond belief and only a beat-up old volvo to my name. Got a job here in town at the courthouse filing records; the only sort of thing a single mother with no work experience could get, back then. He worked at some nearby construction company, desk jockey of some sort - land surveying, I think. Met him when he came by one day to get some records. He was in a hurry, and wasn't all that interested in being kind to the little blonde lady he'd never met before. "Hated him, of course. He was rude and angry, got upset when I took too long to find some records he needed for a job he was behind schedule on. I had no clue how everything was organized and was halfway to tears by the time he left, overworked and stressed after the move. Asshole."

She smiled, a small secretive thing. "Idiot man came back the next day, red-faced and ashamed as all hell. Fell over himself apologizing, tried to ask me out for coffee as an apology." "Did you go?" I asked, curious. She scoffed. "Of course not. I had just gotten out of a marriage with one high-tempered asshole, I wasn't eager to spend time with another. He nodded, apologized again, and left. Didn't see him again for another... two years? Maybe, something like that. Next time I saw him, he was sitting behind the desk at my daughters new class. He recognized me, apologized again. He was much happier with his job these days. Charming as hell, once he had time to settle into something he enjoyed doing. Saw him once every few months for parent-teacher conferences; he asked me out once my daughter moved up to middle school, and I said yes. Things took off from there."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I didn't, biting at my tongue. The woman sighed again, and I could feel the quiet wonder in the tone of her breath, the fond memories and melancholy grief. She turned to me, a smile pulling at her thin lips. "Wasn't easy, of course. John was a recovering alcoholic; was good at being a teacher but not the best at being a father, at first. But we made things work, figured out each others edges and issues. Held our marriage together by the skin of our teeth a few times; cried a lot of tears along the way. But I loved him all the more for it. Still love him, five years after he's gone. I'll love him up 'till I die, and no amount of pain will take that away from me." "Not sure how that's relevant," I said after a moment, knuckles cracking as I flexed my fingers, shifting on the couch. "If you're trying to tell me love isn't easy, I know. Erica and I had our problems, but we worked - we fit."

"You were good together, sure. But that wasn't love, hun." I shook my head, disbelieving. "You - I don't believe that. If that wasn't love, why - why does it still fucking hurt? It's been - almost a year now, and I still fucking hurt. I miss her. I wake up dreaming about her and then cry myself back to sleep - I'll remember her laugh, or see something she'd have liked, or fucking smell a candle or - some stupid thing, and suddenly my heart will ache without her."

At some point, I had stood up. I couldn't recall when. The woman stared up at me with sorrowful eyes, as I clenched my hands into fists, nails biting into my palms. "How - how could you say that I didn't love her?" I finished, voice ragged. "I still have her ring. I have to force myself not to try and look for her. I - I need her. I don't -"

Two thin arms wrapped around me, pulling me forwards. My head settled atop her white hair, as she finished my words for me. "You don't know who you are without her."

I choked on my heart, lodged somewhere in my throat, under a layer of anguish and cemented by guilt. I needed to know. Needed - needed something. Some way to fix it. Some way to make it stop, to make it all make sense, to make the pain go away. Why would she give me something so fucking cruel as love, if losing it felt like this?

I didn't come here to find love. I came here to have it taken away.

"You did love her," she whispered softly, guiding me back to the couch. I let myself be sat down, let her wrinkled hands come up to my face, pushing away tears from my reddened cheeks. "You loved her laugh. Loved her sense of humor; loved how she shared your hobbies, loved her taste in music. Loved the late nights and mornings; loved her arms around you and her lips on yours. You loved her mistakes and flaws. Loved her tragedy. Loved her, even as she left you. You loved her in a million different ways, each one vibrant and new and wonderful."

Gnarled fingers shook as they brushed hair away from my forehead, blue eyes staring into my own, her face watery through my tears as I blinked them away. "But more than anything, you loved the idea of being in love with her. Loved having someone who got you, who understood you. Loved that feeling of finally being needed - loved it so much you didn't realize it wasn't enough."

I closed my eyes, lips pressed together so hard they were whited. "I wasn't enough," I whispered softly.

She tsked, tapping my wrist twice. "None of that, hun. You should learn to love yourself, before you try to find someone else to do it for you."

We sat there for a moment, as my tears subsided, her hands warm where they clutched my own. "Is this the bit where you tell me I'll fall in love again?" I asked softly, chuckling bitterly. "Because I'm getting tired of hearing that." The goddess clicked her tongue, shaking her head at me. "I hate that phrase. 'Falling' in love - like its something that you just have happen to you. Love isn't something you're given - it's a thing you build. A thing you and someone else work for. Love isn't a house on a hill - it's an empty plot of land. You need time, and effort. Foundations before walls; a roof before you put in the windows. Trial and error, mistakes and breakups, failure and heartache. Love isn't finding the one who makes you feel strong - it's finding the one who you're willing to be strong for.

"Love isn't a happily ever after and a sunset. It's a long, sleepless night; with the promise of a sunrise on the horizon."

She smiled up at me, hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "And you'll find that. It may take pain, and time, and it may hurt more than you believe - but you'll find it. You'll never stop loving Erica; you'll just give yourself the space to love another."

"This is probably stupid to ask," I whispered, "but how do you know?"

The Goddess patted my cheek once, settling back but still holding my other hand. "Because that's what we're made for, darling. Each of us was made to love. I've always known that, even when things were hard, when my first husband had me convinced I was worthless and unworthy of love - I knew, even then, that I'd find someone." "Easy for you to say. You're Love." Her response to that was to roll her eyes, as if I was a misbehaving child. "Not always. Most years, I'm just another lost fool, looking for someone the same as you. It's only these last few years that I remember. Most years, I live just like you do - full of regrets and broken hearts. I only get to have these conversations at the end of it, when they move on and I stay behind." I swallowed, turning my head to the side and eyeing the framed photos on the TV stand. "That sounds painful." "It is. I miss them all, you know. John, and Bruce before him; Taylor and Monica and Peter and Audrey, and the hundreds of hundreds before them. I have enough broken hearts to fill this house a thousand times over - and I wouldn't give them up for the world. There's nothing more pure in this world, than falling in love again." There wasn't much more to say after that. I wasn't sure if I believed her - my heart still hurt. I still missed Erica, and knew I still would for a long time. I hadn't stopped shedding tears; hadn't found an answer, something to take away the pain. But maybe - maybe I didn't want to lose that pain after all. I waved to the old woman as I left, a blueberry scone tucked into my pocket, wrapped in a paper towel, right next to my first broken heart. I collected the shards carefully, knowing that they would hurt for a long time to come.

Oddly, I found myself hopeful, that a chance might come to break another.

---

The card arrived three years later; a simple white post card with a message inked on the front, an address and a date on the back. I sighed when I saw it, frowning sadly. A hand took it from me, a well-loved voice humming as she read it. "A funeral? I'm sorry, hun. Was this a relative?" I smiled softly, shrugging my shoulders, my thumb tracing over a soft smile and silver hair with fond remembrance. I tucked the card away, making a note to check my schedule for work. I could probably find time off.

"No, not a relative," I said quietly, leaning back into her. "Just - someone I loved once."

“I thought the goddess of love would look…different.” The wrinkled old woman waved a dismissive hand, leaned closer, and smiled. “You are thinking of my daughter, the goddess of passion and romance. Dearie, I am the goddess of LOVE.”

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Revitalize Your Cooking Space with These Easy Fixes

Your kitchen is one of the most important spaces in your home. It’s where meals are prepared, friends and family gather, and memories are made. But over time, wear and tear can leave your kitchen looking tired and outdated. Fortunately, with a few easy fixes, you can revitalize your cooking space without breaking the bank. From small repairs to simple updates, there are plenty of ways to breathe new life into your kitchen. Let’s dive into some ideas that can transform your kitchen into a space you’ll love.

Start with a Deep Clean

Before you begin any major repairs or updates, start with a deep clean. Over time, grease, grime, and dust can build up in your kitchen, dulling its shine. A thorough cleaning will make everything look fresh and reveal any areas that need attention. Clean your countertops, cabinets, appliances, and floors to give your kitchen a much-needed refresh. You’ll be surprised at how much of a difference a clean space can make.

Pay special attention to your countertops. If they’ve become stained or scratched, a cleaning solution designed for your specific material can often remove surface dirt and minor imperfections. Regular cleaning helps maintain the quality of your countertops and prevents more serious damage from developing.

Repair Small Damage on Countertops

One of the most common areas that require attention in a kitchen is the countertop. Countertops often experience damage from daily use, whether it’s from cutting, hot pans, or spilled liquids. If you have a few scratches or small chips in your countertop, don't panic. Most of the time, these can be repaired with a little time and effort.

For laminate surfaces, you can use a simple countertop repair kit to fill in scratches or chips. These kits usually include a color-matching filler and a smooth applicator. Just follow the instructions, and you’ll have your counters looking as good as new. For more severe damage, you might need professional kitchen countertop repair, especially if you have natural stone surfaces like granite or marble. A specialist will be able to restore these materials to their original condition, ensuring that your kitchen looks stunning once again.

Update Your Backsplash

Your kitchen backsplash is a relatively small area, but it can make a big impact. If your backsplash tiles are old or outdated, consider replacing them with something new. There are many affordable and stylish options available, including peel-and-stick tiles, which are easy to install and can give your kitchen a modern look. You could also update your backsplash with subway tiles, glass tiles, or even a bold patterned design, depending on your style.

If you’re not ready to replace your backsplash entirely, try giving it a fresh coat of paint. Chalk paint or tile paint can transform your existing backsplash, providing a budget-friendly update without the hassle of a complete renovation.

Refresh Your Cabinets

Cabinets are another focal point in your kitchen. If your cabinets are looking worn or outdated, it may be time for an update. One of the easiest ways to refresh your cabinets is by giving them a fresh coat of paint or stain. This simple update can instantly change the feel of your kitchen and make it look more modern and clean.

If you don’t want to paint your cabinets, consider replacing the hardware. New handles and knobs can completely alter the look of your kitchen without requiring a full remodel. Choose hardware that complements the style of your countertops and backsplash for a cohesive design.

Upgrade Lighting Fixtures

Lighting plays a huge role in the ambiance of your kitchen. If your kitchen feels dark or uninviting, swapping out outdated light fixtures can make a big difference. Consider installing pendant lights above your kitchen island or adding under-cabinet lighting to illuminate your countertops. These small lighting upgrades can instantly brighten the space and make it feel more welcoming.

If you’re looking for a more dramatic change, consider installing a statement chandelier or a modern ceiling light. The right lighting fixture can add style and personality to your kitchen while also improving visibility and functionality.

Reorganize and Declutter

A cluttered kitchen can make even the most beautiful space feel chaotic and uninviting. To revitalize your kitchen, start by reorganizing your items and decluttering your counters. Remove any appliances or utensils that you don’t use often. If your countertops are full of items, it can be difficult to appreciate the beauty of your surfaces.

Consider investing in some stylish storage solutions, like drawer organizers or open shelving, to create more space and keep things neat. By organizing your kitchen and removing unnecessary items, you’ll create a cleaner, more functional cooking space.

Consider Professional Help

While many of the fixes mentioned above can be done on your own, some repairs and updates may require professional help. If your countertops are severely damaged or you want to completely overhaul your kitchen, it may be worth considering countertop services. A professional can handle more complex repairs and upgrades, from fixing cracks to installing new countertops altogether. With the right expertise, you can make sure that your kitchen gets the makeover it deserves.

Professional kitchen countertop repair services can help you restore the beauty and functionality of your kitchen. Whether it’s fixing a damaged countertop or upgrading to a more durable surface, a professional service can ensure that the job is done right.

Add Decorative Touches

Finally, don’t forget about the decorative touches that make your kitchen feel personal. Adding fresh flowers, stylish cookware, or colorful dish towels can bring a pop of personality to your kitchen. Consider adding a few statement pieces like a stylish fruit bowl or a vintage clock to give your kitchen a unique flair. These small touches can make a big difference and help your kitchen feel like a true reflection of your style.

Conclusion

Revitalizing your kitchen doesn’t have to be an expensive or complicated process. With a few easy fixes, you can transform your cooking space into a place you’ll enjoy spending time in. Start with a deep clean, repair any small damage, update your backsplash and cabinets, and consider lighting upgrades. Don’t forget to declutter and reorganize for a fresh and functional space. If needed, consider countertop services or kitchen countertop repair for more significant updates. With these simple steps, your kitchen will be a space you’re proud of for years to come.